Faint Scent Of Blood
The nightmare creature which was supposed to be fearsome became extremely meek and docile in Jin Jiuchi's hand. Under the man's domineering threat, it dared not make trouble and could only stay in the mirror shard obediently. In the end, it was wrapped in a cloth and stuffed into Jin Jiuchi's pocket for safekeeping.
After ensuring that there were no other dangers lurking in their room, the four of them finally decided to rest. They opted to leave the hole in the wall untouched. It was easier to communicate this way, as they could directly talk to each other instead of having to make a phone call…
…or so Gu Luoxin thought at first.
As he lay on the bed, preparing to get some sleep, the conversation from next door reached his ears.
"Nian'er, my hand hurts…" Jin Jiuchi whimpered in a pitiful tone.